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I speak in similar ways to the characters in books I really like. Except I really like historical fiction...so sometimes I talk pretty weirdConfession: I liked Monk so much that I started taking on some of his tics. When I realized what I was doing, I felt pretty foolish and I stopped. Now I try to watch what behaviors I take on when I get engrossed in a book series, TV show, etc. It's so weird to even think that that's something I need to watch for.
I don't answer any calls from a number I don't have listed on my contact list. If it's someone wanting to talk to me they can leave a message and I'll call them back - maybe.When you keep a log of all the scam and hoax calls and the times and dates they call for months. Looking for patterns, and don't answer the phone during those days of the week at those times.
This happens with people I know in real life for me as well and it's even weirder than when it happens with TV show characters.I speak in similar ways to the characters in books I really like. Except I really like historical fiction...so sometimes I talk pretty weirdConfession: I liked Monk so much that I started taking on some of his tics. When I realized what I was doing, I felt pretty foolish and I stopped. Now I try to watch what behaviors I take on when I get engrossed in a book series, TV show, etc. It's so weird to even think that that's something I need to watch for.
You understand the Simlish your Sims speak more than you do the English real people speak - and you've known English your whole life.
You've been in a state of anxiety for three days because there is a drip underneath your kitchen sink. So you remove everything, put it in boxes and wait for the plumber to come. Your kitchen is in a state of complete disarray, with stacked dishes covering one side of the table.
Your spouse cannot eat breakfast at his usual spot, so he eats on 'your side.' Which upsets him and upsets you, because he's eating in your spot and hates the change, and he drips peanut butter and or jam on your place mat. It seems as if your world is somehow upside down.
Then the plumber comes, and attempts to fix the faucet but breaks it instead on a friday afternoon. So now there are three new leaks. You then go out and buy a new faucet, but have trouble because your sink was made in the 1930's and only two manufacturers make one that fits. You eventually find one, and return home and wait for the plumber to come in two days time. All the while, there are drips and wet cupboards and disarray reigns in the kitchen.
Where I would be more afraid to deal with the plumber. I'd either find a faucet that fits, or make the one I got fit, with unconventional methods if need be. Then I would admire it forever because nobody else would have one just like that. Mechanical things don't scare me. People do.
When ‘dropping the mic’
throws up images of butter-fingers accidents and breakages.